Page 173 of Merciless
It’ll happen though. I made Alana a promise to wipe every filthy cunt who ever touched her from the face of this earth. And no matter what, I will fucking succeed.
I’m going to show her that not all men, not all Hawks are corrupt fucks who take whatever they want without any care about the consequences or who they hurt.
I will lay her demons to rest and allow her to live the rest of her life without the fear that they’re hiding around the corner. Even if I don’t get to experience it with her. Even if avenging her is the last thing I do. At least I’ll die knowing I didn’t break my promise.
“Razor,” I bark a second after answering the call and pressing it to my ear.
“Clubhouse,” is the only word growled back before the line cuts.
“Morning, Dad. How’s it going? Yeah, I’d love to come and hang out with you and your scumbag friends, while they ruin this town one square foot at a time,” I mock before downing what’s left of my coffee and climbing to my feet. “Ouch,” I hiss as I put my weight on my sliced-up foot.
My face might look better, my cuts healing and the swelling reducing, but that still hurts like fuck. I’m pretty sure I got all the shards of glass out, but I’m not one-hundred percent.
Like a pathetic asshole, I hobble through to my bedroom and get dressed.
In only thirty minutes, I’m looking somewhat presentable and dressed in a black pair of slacks and a dark gray button-down. I wince as I push my foot into my shoe, but I have little choice but to grit my teeth and bare it.
“Stop being such a pussy over a cut fucking foot,” I mutter as I drop into my truck and spin out of the driveway.
Dread sits heavy in my stomach as I close in on the clubhouse. There’s a small bit of hope that I’m driving toward my wife. But my rational side is too strong. If Dad and Victor had found her, I highly doubt they’d call me to immediately come and pick her up.
It’s more likely that they’ve got her and somehow managed to get the truth about what we’re planning to spill from her lips.
The dread gets heavier, and my foot presses the gas a little harder to get me there faster.
The second I pull in and park, I throw the door open and march inside the building.
It’s busy for a Monday afternoon; there are guys littered throughout the main space, drinking, playing pool, and trying to chat up the girls who are roaming around hoping to snag a Hawk.
Many look over as I race through, but I don’t return their attention. I couldn’t give a fuck about any of them.
I don’t bother knocking on Victor’s office door; instead, I just throw it open, harnessing Reid’s arrogance.
“Ah, look,” Dad muses from his spot beside his boss, “you took your time.”
“You called me less than an hour ago.”
“Exactly.”
“What’s going on?”
“We picked up a little rat this morning.”
I narrow my eyes in suspicion.
“Thought you might want to give him a visit?”
“Who is it?” I ask, suspicious as fuck.
“Kane Legend.”
“Why the fuck would I want to visit him?”
Kane is one of Reid’s boys. And just like Reid, I try to stay as far away from all of them as possible.
“And anyway, I thought he was done and starting his life over at MKU.”
“Yes, well,” Victor muses. “Things aren’t always that cut and dry.”